Now, good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

Hang him, swaggering rascal!

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love's full sacrifice, He offers in another's enterprise; But more in Troilus thousand-fold I see Than in the glass of Pandar's praise may be, Yet hold I off.

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night, So stumblest on my counsel? *Who are you? Why do you hide in the darkness and listen to my private thoughts?*

Be not afraid of greatness.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.